Back in my day, Saturday mornings were sacred. I’m not talking about church sacred — I mean bowl-of-Froot-Loops, eyes-glued-to-the-TV sacred.You kids with your 24/7 streaming services will never know the thrill of waking up at 6am, sitting cross-legged on a shag carpet, and waiting for the good cartoons to come on. If you overslept, that was it. Missed it forever.No re-runs, n...
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